Scars of Kismet

Part 3

By Sakata Ri Houjun

Warning:  Major Lemon

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Once again he was sitting in his room, brooding.  He needed to stop doing that.  It wasn't getting him anywhere really.  He said he was leaving, right?  So he should be on his way out the door and away from Tasuki.

But he wasn't moving.

When he saw Kouji, he had automatically answered without thinking, his ache at seeing the two together overriding his sensible self.  Maybe last night was only a perverse hoax meant to tease him into submitting to his friend's lust?  But even that thought didn't make it hurt any less. 

He pushed up his sleeve and he looked at the pale streaks crisscrossing his left forearm.  The desire was stronger than ever now.  Could he unsheathe his small dagger and drag the sharp blade across his skin again?  It would be so easy to lapse back into that old behavior and lose himself in the sting that had helped him to forget.  But he needed to stop contemplating this and just leave.

Chichiri got to his feet and walked out into the hallway only to find an interesting sight.  Tasuki.  Well, that wasn't so interesting, but the fact that he was sitting shirtless in the hallway with one knee drawn up to his chest and staring up at the ceiling was.  It was like he was waiting for something.  Or someone.

And Tasuki looked at that someone and smiled.  "Leaving so soon?  The rains still haven't let up."

Chichiri spared him but a glance, intending to walk by without saying a word.  Tasuki reached up and grabbed his wrist as he passed by and then stood up.  "Ya said you wanted to talk and I know it was about yesterday.  Then you say you're leaving and I know it's really because of me and what I did, isn't it?"

"Tasuki…  Let me go," the older man softly pleaded as he looked past his friend, unable to meet those golden eyes.

"Like hell, I will!"  Using the captured wrist as leverage, he pushed Chichiri up against the wall and crushed his lips in a bruising kiss.

The monk squeezed his eye shut, trying to ignore the pleasure building in his body at the feeling of Tasuki's lips coaxing his own to open and deepen the kiss.  The bandit's free hand rested lightly against his waist and then slid down to cup his ass.  It was then that he thrust slightly against Chichiri, pressing his erection against the older man's.  He held the monk captive between his hand and his groin, making certain that there was no mistaking his intentions, as he slowly drew away.

"Chiri…  We can't avoid this, not any more.  I want you.  It's as simple as that.  If you want me to stop…" He brought the hand he was holding by the wrist up to his face to nuzzle the palm gently.  "Just tell me to and I will.  But I don't want you to hate me.  And I don't want you to go."

Chichiri opened his eye at Tasuki's words and saw the sincerity deep within his gaze and understood something about himself, something that he could see reflected in Tasuki's eyes.  And he felt that part of himself, perhaps the same part that refused to let him leave this place, answering.

Before he could change his mind, he grabbed a hold of Tasuki's shirt and yanked him forward to place a light kiss on his lips.  Then he slowly unclasped his kesa and let it slide to the floor, followed by his beads while Tasuki watched, transfixed.

As Chichiri then moved to untie the belt holding his tunic closed, he met Tasuki's eyes.  "I'd be lying if I said that I wanted you to stop."  As the creamy fabric of his tunic slid down his shoulders, he reached out and took one of Tasuki's hands to place it over his heart.  "I don't know what this will mean for us, but…"

"Daijobou," Tasuki whispered.

Neither one knew how, but they had by some means ended up in Tasuki's room, and the bandit noticed something in his friend's eye by then, a little bit of apprehension and fear but a sort of acceptance and something a bit primal.  And he leaned forward to kiss him as he backed him up to his bed and leaned the older man down, a hand gently trailing along his thigh.

Chichiri shivered, timidly returning the kiss, his hands going up to seize at Tasuki's shoulders firmly.  Tasuki tilted his head to softly kiss his cheek before tracing the tip of his tongue along the ridges of his ear as his hand moved to stroke across his heaving chest.

The older man trembled as he felt Tasuki's hot breath fanning his face and his tongue against his skin.  The bandit's hand drifted to find a nipple, fingertips teasing lightly over it and gently squeezing and pulling.  Chichiri's head fell back as he gasped for breath.

The flame-haired man slipped the open tunic back from Chichiri's shoulders, leaning down to trail tender kisses across his neck and newly exposed shoulders, hands sliding down his arms as he slid the fabric off the smaller man's frame.  The azure-haired seishi let go of his lover's shoulders, moving his arms behind himself to aid in the removal of his tunic, trembling with each soft touch.

Tasuki drew his lips slowly and then finally captured a nipple, sucking softly and his arms gently enfolding around the older man's waist, one hand leisurely massaging along his bare back.  Chichiri gave a soft cry at the passion building within his body as one hand seized the fiery hair, his brow knitting as a sob escaped him.

The younger seishi pulled back to tease the nipple with his tongue, flicking rapidly back and forth over the responsive flesh and then blowing gently on the moist skin, sending a shock of cold over what was hot not a moment ago.  The older man groaned, his back arching and his breathing coming in short pants, as he tried to regain control over the wildly unpredictable sensations coursing through his body.

"T-Tasuki…"

The bandit withdrew slowly, the hand at his back sliding down over his hip to gently squeeze his upper thigh.  Chichiri swallowed earnestly and took a shuddering breath as he met his lover's gaze.

The younger man leaned down to kiss the monk's chest, lower this time, both hands moving to untie the string binding Chichiri's pants.  The older man writhed as they were pulled down, his eye wide, tense, but also showing trust and desire.  His mouth parted slightly as he panted for breath, shifting as he felt the cool air against his lower hot skin.

"O-onegai…  Tasuki…"

Tasuki looked up at him once again.   "Do you want me to stop?" he asked huskily.

Chichiri just breathed deeply, his chest rising and falling with the action, his gaze a little uneasy  "Iya."

Tasuki slowly trailed his finger up the underside of the older man's shaft.  Chichiri's head collapsed backwards onto the pillows, a loud cry wrenched from his lips and his body shuddering at the touch, hips instinctively jerking forwards, seeking after more of that phenomenal feeling.

"T-Tasuki…" he breathed, pleading for more.

Without answering, the bandit lowered his head taking just the tip of his shaft into his mouth, suckling delicately, tongue twirling languidly around the head.  The most severe reaction yet crashed through the older man's frame, both hands going to clutch fistfuls of the fiery hair, a long wail escaping him.  His hips twitched as he clenched his teeth, attempting to hold himself in check, trembling only slightly and panting hard.

The taller man shifted his position a bit, kneeling and hands on hips to hold him, eyes closed and suckling heavily on the older man's shaft.  Chichiri was outside speech, nearly beyond calling out, now gasping deeply for breath as his hips rocked up, wanting more of that glorious moist heat.

Chichiri tensed, groaning softly and then panting deeply, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat.  Tasuki pulled back to drag his tongue up the base, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves just beneath the head, his breath sending chills over the slick length.  This was contrasted suddenly by being taken into the heat of his mouth once more.

The monk trembled with excitement at the sensations washing over him, one right after another, his head falling to the side to press against the cool sheets, gasping for breath.  He made a low straining sound as his body quivered again.

Tasuki pulled back to focus at the head, tongue teasing around and exploring the little slit at the tip before bobbing his head faintly, lifting one hand to stroke along his shaft briefly, encouragingly.  The sensations kept piling up on the monk until he finally convulsed and, with a low wail, locked his hips as climax overtook him, spilling his seed.  His body fell back onto the bed and his breathing grew steady and more even as he unwound, his eye sliding closed with a sigh and his cerulean-hued bangs plastered to his forehead.

The younger man drew back once he had drank every drop and then placed an affectionate kiss to the spent member.  He pulled Chichiri close as he lay next to his friend and lover, gently stroking the hair from his face and kissing his forehead.  The monk opened his eye and noticed that Tasuki still was aroused and limply moved his hand to tug at the bandit's pants.  Tasuki noticed the action and moved away to strip off his remaining clothes before he drew the older man close again, naked bodies pressing against each other.

However, Chichiri had other plans as he pushed the younger man onto his back and eagerly swallowed his length.  Tasuki nearly choked the monk as he thrust upwards, but Chichiri's intent wasn't to mirror his lover's earlier actions.  Instead, he merely swirled his tongue around the length, coating it with his saliva before pulling away and straddling the young bandit leader.

Then before Tasuki could react, he used his weight to impale himself on the slick erection.  And younger seishi looked up through pleasure-hazed eyes as that tight heat of his lover enveloped him, a low moan escaping, and he watched as Chichiri's face went slack, tears sliding down his cheek.  The bandit rested one hand on Chichiri's hip while the other reached up to brush away those tears.  And the monk opened his eye at his touch, their gazes locking for a moment before he thrust his hips down further, easing more of Tasuki's length into him.

Tasuki closed his eyes as he pushed upwards until their hips met.  Chichiri arched his back, brow knitting in an expression of gratification, breathing Tasuki's name as his hands clutched fistfuls of the sheets.  The bandit's arms slid around his lover's waist, tugging him down.  They laid still like this for a few moments, taking pleasure in the sensation of being joined and complete, their two bodies melding and fitting together so perfectly as if they were created just for each other.

The younger man nuzzled slightly at Chichiri's neck, laying whisper soft kisses against the warm skin.  After the moment, before if could slide from its pleasant pause, Chichiri used his knees to raise himself up only to plunge back down again, starting an easy and slow rhythm that Tasuki met by thrusting his pelvis up, his hands straying to the monk's hips to assist with guiding him down.

A shudder of intoxicating bliss raced through his slender frame as Tasuki's grip on his hips tightened and their pace increased.  The younger man's breathing became heavier as he rocked his hips, pumping in and out of his lover's body, moaning.  Never before had he felt such a union both in body and in soul with anyone.  He had once sneered at the concept of being in love, but in this moment, he knew that with Chichiri…

He cried softly with happiness as he continued to make love to the man above him.  Soft sighs of ecstasy escaped Chichiri as he rocked down to meet each thrust, his knees squeezing gently at the younger man's waist, tensing only to urge faster, craving nothing more than for Tasuki to reach his end within him, finding an ultimate thrill in the simple act of giving pleasure to this fiery young man.

Tasuki groaned deeply in the back of his throat, panting hard and increasing the pace of his thrusts, starting to lose himself in the act of making love.  With a tremor all conscious thoughts were swept away as another passionate surge of bliss swept over him and he struggled for breath, increasing his tempo yet again.

Chichiri's breathing became difficult until he was reduced to softly gasping Tasuki's name as each inward caress set off another wave of ecstasy to render the poor monk vulnerable, dying of exhilaration and loving every moment of it.

Tasuki was panting hard; the whole world had vanished completely until nothing existed except the two of them together and the intense sensations coursing through his body.  He moved one hand to take a hold of his lover's length, stroking in time with his thrusts and panting out Chichiri's name with a ragged voice.

Chichiri struggled a bit to both push up into the hand and rock down into the incoming thrusts, frantic whimpers beginning in his throat as he swiftly drew nearer to his second climax.  Tasuki murmured softly, his body trembling before he plunged deeply into Chichiri, crying out the monk's name loudly as he orgasmed and emptied his essence into his lover, yet still stroking to bring Chichiri to fulfillment.

The older man moaned at the feeling of his lover filling him with his release and the continuous stroking, his expletive more muted than Tasuki's.  He then collapsed and rolled over to the side slightly so he didn't press all his weight down on top of Tasuki, the softened length slipping easily out of Chichiri's body with the action.  The bandit turned to snuggle against him, smiling softly at the older seishi and intertwining their fingers.  Tasuki pulled the man he loved close to softly nuzzle at his neck and cheek, feeling too drained to voice his emotions and his gratitude.  But that in no way deterred him from treasuring this moment and he kissed the smaller man softly.

Chichiri returned the embrace for a few minutes, watching as Tasuki closed his eyes and slipped off into sleep.  He then reached over with his free hand and caressed the bandit's peaceful face.  And in his turbulent mind he questioned his actions.

"What have I just done?" he whispered aloud.  "What have I just allowed myself to do?"

He continued to stare at Tasuki's face, as he had stared at his lighted window that first night, until he was certain that the younger man was truly asleep.  He then freed his hand and turned away from the younger man to whom he just made love to, feeling something inside him cry out in joy at what he had done while another part of him felt broken and lost.  And with the sound of the falling rain outside tempting him to sleep with its gentle rhythm, he found himself feeling powerless and isolated.